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I try not to have or hold these judgments. I must admit that I do react quite often
from a place of ego, insecurity and fear. I am also guilty of dividing my world
into me and them, our side vs. their side. We are right and they are wrong. It’s
always about us and The Others. Actually, it’s really always about me if I were
ever brave enough to say it out right.
Every judgment I make will somehow have me as the center of the Universe.
Wars, famine, environmental issues, trade, over-population, violence, greed,
racism, poverty, terrorism and substance abuse, are all caused by The Others.
The Others need to fix it. BECAUSE IT IS HURTING ME!
You are offended and angry and feel helpless. You want to express your rage and
offer your solutions to me, but I cannot and will not enter your arena. I watch
you silently and your rage smashes itself around the room and bounces off the
furniture. “Something has to be done,” you keep repeating, “Someone has to do
something.” I am saying nothing, because I am feeling everything. You are
searching my vacant face and you want to slap what you interpret as my
indifference.
I see it in your eyes – you are wondering if perhaps I am one of Them.
I do hear what you say. I can agree or disagree. However, neither will make any
difference to anything at all. I have already concluded that all of us are The
Others. They think that we are The Others! I step back and watch you and feel
you. You are Moses standing at the top of the world holding up your
Commandments.
I watch you torture yourself. I see that your face has now been permanently
etched by your disappointments. Your body has been traumatized and poisoned
by your anger. All of your words and knowledge and wisdom and rightness are
rising like the bubbles in a glass which you gulp back and swallow. Is self-
medication, on the way to destruction, the only real solution you have to offer?
I see the shadows fall around you; knowing that very soon you will be seduced
by despair. You will enter the abyss to once again test your sanity and resilience.
If you awake in the morning, you win, if you do not, you have already eulogized
your response, “Who, gives a shit?”
I have never had an original thought. I try to pay attention to my thoughts and I
often interrogate them. I have never come close to mastering them and I am
certain that I never will. But, these days I am not so obsessively possessive or
protective of them either. I concede that much of my thinking could be flawed
and fractured or running on auto-pilot. Emotionally, I am being steered by a
megalomaniac!
And yet, like you, I still convince myself that I am capable of changing the world
by finding its faults and criticizing and blaming The Others. But, it has proved to
be nothing more than a diversion. My truth, for me at this time, does not come
from thinking or emoting.
My head and my voice might seem to you to be free or vacant of words, but don’
t accuse me of not caring or knowing or understanding - I am simply using a
different language right now.
I tried to speak to you about love and compassion or kindness before you
dismissed me. Oh, you were disgusted at my naïve and wishy-washy argument
that love could fix anything. Love to you is a controlling, diminishing bondage
which makes women needy and drains the life-force and fluids right out of your
body.
Now, this of course takes me back to my discussion about thoughts as implants
and points of conception. How can you understand love, if love, at the point of
conception was interpreted as control or betrayal? How can any act of love after
that implant be anything other than a reinforcement of control or betrayal?
So, before you scoff at me and my ideas about love as a healing force, let’s first
unveil your perceptions of what love is. What exactly is your true belief about the
nature of love? Let’s compare my dahlias and spiders with your fear of love.
Love has abandoned and isolated you. You have been blackmailed and held
hostage in the name of love. You have been whipped into submission, possessed
and dismantled by experiences calling themselves love. You have cried out in the
night for love to find you and then hidden or ran away when it answered.
You say that you do not know what love is. You don’t know how to love. You
are not sure if you have ever been loved. And yet, you wonder out aloud if love
could last for ever. You keep your mind and body busy and you try to keep
angry and cynical, because deep down you know that if you relax you will long
for love again.
Isn’t it really love that has you longing for a better world?
Oh, and I am not talking about romantic love here. Let’s not confuse love with
sex and relationships with rules and penalties. Can we take it back to the Creators
Definition of Love?
My argument, had I been allowed to express it, was that over-population was not
a matter of genocide. You can’t kill off The Others unless you are prepared to
have yourself, your family and your own in the line up.
When we view ourselves as separate, different, superior or more valuable than
others, then we create isolation. When we disconnect from each other we
disconnect from life. It’s the isolation – the disconnection – the loneliness and
the resultant fear which creates and maintains the greed and hatred. I think that
we did agree that most of the pain and suffering, poverty and violence, crime and
destruction were about greed and hatred.
Greed and hatred are just other names for fear. Fear, of course, is the direct
opposite of love.
Right now, I must admit that I still pollute and poison my own body. On
occasion, I have waged war on my friends and loved ones. I do not always
conserve my physical, emotional or mental energy and quite frankly, I have
wasted a staggering amount of my vital energy on useless and destructive
thoughts and feelings. I can be a violent force within my own right and I
acknowledge that I sometimes turn my rage back on myself. In short, I have not
perfected myself and I am not qualified to judge you or The Others.
I don’t know how to change the world. I do know that being afraid of it renders
me incompetent and impotent. I don’t know how to change or control you. I
don’t think I have even scratched the surface of understanding my own thoughts
or emotions or reactions, so I can’t say that I know my own truth. I have not
yet mastered myself.
For me right now, the best I can do is turn my world into a microcosm. If I can
get myself out of the way and surrender my senses, and pay attention to all of
the beauty around me, in this tiny little point of time, then perhaps I could
increase my awareness of that beauty, and with practice, I might be able to
extend the amount of time and attention I spend in gratitude.
If I can start with this gratitude, perhaps I could evolve enough to love myself. If
I could love myself with attention and consistency, then surely I could love
outwards to include you. If you could trust yourself enough to receive that, then
a healing might begin within you. Isn’t it also possible that we could love The
Others?
Perhaps you think that this is a superficial or an unrealistic expectation. I really
believe that I could generate, receive and recycle enough love to expand it on a
Universal level.
Your perception of the world’s problems are probably shared with and affirmed
by most people. Your intellectual arguments and opinions are well thought out
and you might be correct. But what is the point of being right if nothing changes
for the better? Tell me what you are doing right now that is having a positive
influence and I will help you and become a part of your vision. But, if you only
want me to join you in your despair, then I will not debate it with you, I will
simply close down.
Getting drunk, living in fear, being angry, overwhelmed, stressed, critical and
cynical are all self-destructive at best, but overall I have to ask you:
If these are the tools you use to operate your own life, then what are you really
offering on a world scale?
If you pollute your own body, how can you be outraged at environmental issues?
Are you capable of keeping your own bedroom tidy?
If you are violent and self-destructive with yourself, does that make you some
kind of terrorist?
If The Others are causing you so much pain, then how can you condemn them,
when the pain you inflict upon yourself is so much greater?
Is this state of being giving you the life you want to live?
If the world did change tomorrow and if it were everything that you wanted it to
be, would you then be capable of enjoying it, would you be at peace within
yourself?
I suspect not. Wouldn’t you find a way to sabotage it? Or worry so much about
losing it that you wouldn’t allow yourself to have it?
You are a complete Universe within your own right, with control and authority
over its perfection. Why not work from here?
Copyright Sonya Green 2008
from a place of ego, insecurity and fear. I am also guilty of dividing my world
into me and them, our side vs. their side. We are right and they are wrong. It’s
always about us and The Others. Actually, it’s really always about me if I were
ever brave enough to say it out right.
Every judgment I make will somehow have me as the center of the Universe.
Wars, famine, environmental issues, trade, over-population, violence, greed,
racism, poverty, terrorism and substance abuse, are all caused by The Others.
The Others need to fix it. BECAUSE IT IS HURTING ME!
You are offended and angry and feel helpless. You want to express your rage and
offer your solutions to me, but I cannot and will not enter your arena. I watch
you silently and your rage smashes itself around the room and bounces off the
furniture. “Something has to be done,” you keep repeating, “Someone has to do
something.” I am saying nothing, because I am feeling everything. You are
searching my vacant face and you want to slap what you interpret as my
indifference.
I see it in your eyes – you are wondering if perhaps I am one of Them.
I do hear what you say. I can agree or disagree. However, neither will make any
difference to anything at all. I have already concluded that all of us are The
Others. They think that we are The Others! I step back and watch you and feel
you. You are Moses standing at the top of the world holding up your
Commandments.
I watch you torture yourself. I see that your face has now been permanently
etched by your disappointments. Your body has been traumatized and poisoned
by your anger. All of your words and knowledge and wisdom and rightness are
rising like the bubbles in a glass which you gulp back and swallow. Is self-
medication, on the way to destruction, the only real solution you have to offer?
I see the shadows fall around you; knowing that very soon you will be seduced
by despair. You will enter the abyss to once again test your sanity and resilience.
If you awake in the morning, you win, if you do not, you have already eulogized
your response, “Who, gives a shit?”
I have never had an original thought. I try to pay attention to my thoughts and I
often interrogate them. I have never come close to mastering them and I am
certain that I never will. But, these days I am not so obsessively possessive or
protective of them either. I concede that much of my thinking could be flawed
and fractured or running on auto-pilot. Emotionally, I am being steered by a
megalomaniac!
And yet, like you, I still convince myself that I am capable of changing the world
by finding its faults and criticizing and blaming The Others. But, it has proved to
be nothing more than a diversion. My truth, for me at this time, does not come
from thinking or emoting.
My head and my voice might seem to you to be free or vacant of words, but don’
t accuse me of not caring or knowing or understanding - I am simply using a
different language right now.
I tried to speak to you about love and compassion or kindness before you
dismissed me. Oh, you were disgusted at my naïve and wishy-washy argument
that love could fix anything. Love to you is a controlling, diminishing bondage
which makes women needy and drains the life-force and fluids right out of your
body.
Now, this of course takes me back to my discussion about thoughts as implants
and points of conception. How can you understand love, if love, at the point of
conception was interpreted as control or betrayal? How can any act of love after
that implant be anything other than a reinforcement of control or betrayal?
So, before you scoff at me and my ideas about love as a healing force, let’s first
unveil your perceptions of what love is. What exactly is your true belief about the
nature of love? Let’s compare my dahlias and spiders with your fear of love.
Love has abandoned and isolated you. You have been blackmailed and held
hostage in the name of love. You have been whipped into submission, possessed
and dismantled by experiences calling themselves love. You have cried out in the
night for love to find you and then hidden or ran away when it answered.
You say that you do not know what love is. You don’t know how to love. You
are not sure if you have ever been loved. And yet, you wonder out aloud if love
could last for ever. You keep your mind and body busy and you try to keep
angry and cynical, because deep down you know that if you relax you will long
for love again.
Isn’t it really love that has you longing for a better world?
Oh, and I am not talking about romantic love here. Let’s not confuse love with
sex and relationships with rules and penalties. Can we take it back to the Creators
Definition of Love?
My argument, had I been allowed to express it, was that over-population was not
a matter of genocide. You can’t kill off The Others unless you are prepared to
have yourself, your family and your own in the line up.
When we view ourselves as separate, different, superior or more valuable than
others, then we create isolation. When we disconnect from each other we
disconnect from life. It’s the isolation – the disconnection – the loneliness and
the resultant fear which creates and maintains the greed and hatred. I think that
we did agree that most of the pain and suffering, poverty and violence, crime and
destruction were about greed and hatred.
Greed and hatred are just other names for fear. Fear, of course, is the direct
opposite of love.
Right now, I must admit that I still pollute and poison my own body. On
occasion, I have waged war on my friends and loved ones. I do not always
conserve my physical, emotional or mental energy and quite frankly, I have
wasted a staggering amount of my vital energy on useless and destructive
thoughts and feelings. I can be a violent force within my own right and I
acknowledge that I sometimes turn my rage back on myself. In short, I have not
perfected myself and I am not qualified to judge you or The Others.
I don’t know how to change the world. I do know that being afraid of it renders
me incompetent and impotent. I don’t know how to change or control you. I
don’t think I have even scratched the surface of understanding my own thoughts
or emotions or reactions, so I can’t say that I know my own truth. I have not
yet mastered myself.
For me right now, the best I can do is turn my world into a microcosm. If I can
get myself out of the way and surrender my senses, and pay attention to all of
the beauty around me, in this tiny little point of time, then perhaps I could
increase my awareness of that beauty, and with practice, I might be able to
extend the amount of time and attention I spend in gratitude.
If I can start with this gratitude, perhaps I could evolve enough to love myself. If
I could love myself with attention and consistency, then surely I could love
outwards to include you. If you could trust yourself enough to receive that, then
a healing might begin within you. Isn’t it also possible that we could love The
Others?
Perhaps you think that this is a superficial or an unrealistic expectation. I really
believe that I could generate, receive and recycle enough love to expand it on a
Universal level.
Your perception of the world’s problems are probably shared with and affirmed
by most people. Your intellectual arguments and opinions are well thought out
and you might be correct. But what is the point of being right if nothing changes
for the better? Tell me what you are doing right now that is having a positive
influence and I will help you and become a part of your vision. But, if you only
want me to join you in your despair, then I will not debate it with you, I will
simply close down.
Getting drunk, living in fear, being angry, overwhelmed, stressed, critical and
cynical are all self-destructive at best, but overall I have to ask you:
If these are the tools you use to operate your own life, then what are you really
offering on a world scale?
If you pollute your own body, how can you be outraged at environmental issues?
Are you capable of keeping your own bedroom tidy?
If you are violent and self-destructive with yourself, does that make you some
kind of terrorist?
If The Others are causing you so much pain, then how can you condemn them,
when the pain you inflict upon yourself is so much greater?
Is this state of being giving you the life you want to live?
If the world did change tomorrow and if it were everything that you wanted it to
be, would you then be capable of enjoying it, would you be at peace within
yourself?
I suspect not. Wouldn’t you find a way to sabotage it? Or worry so much about
losing it that you wouldn’t allow yourself to have it?
You are a complete Universe within your own right, with control and authority
over its perfection. Why not work from here?
Copyright Sonya Green 2008
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